"I always do," he says wryly, leading the way over to the stairs. He always tries, that is - there's never a guarantee that he'll get anywhere.

If she tried to give up the bed, he'd feel guilty about the idea; if she invited him into it, he'd...well, who knows. The thought hasn't crossed his mind, considering how far she is from their first kiss. But Scully's peculiar mix of propriety and rebellion can be unpredictable, even for someone who knows her well.

In the hallway upstairs, he pauses, wanting to drag out this last little moment for a breath or two longer if he can. "I'll, uh, see you tomorrow."